When Dúlamán entered the main hall, he was hit with a small sense of disappointment at the lack of other demi-humans. He knew the number of free demis in the country was few and far between but he expected more than what he could see. Despite that, he went about looking if there was a notice board with any decent rewards. He spared a momentary glance at the door shortly after, noticing the arrival of two men and what he could only assume was an avian demi-human. 

[color=forestgreen][i]"Probably their slave."[/i][/color] He thought derisively. Taking a second look, notice that she was well cared for at least. And that darker-skinned man seemed to focus on him for a moment longer than necessary. The ravenette had to bite back the comment on the tip of his tongue, tucking in his wings tighter at the scrutinizing gaze.

He tried to continue, his rather fruitless search of a task that would be in his wheelhouse when a particular name reached his sensitive ears. Rayla Winters, well known in the pits and arena. A fearsome woman, though the vampire was fortunate to say he had never met her. And the crimes she has been said to commit would leave quite the bounty on her head. 

[color=forestgreen][i]"Even split multiple ways, I could make a decent profit from this!"[/i][/color] He thought to himself before making a split decision.

Without bothering to really take in the appearances of the three-person group by the desk, Dúlamán sauntered over to them with a welcoming smile. Not the slightest bit disturbed by the idea of interrupting their conversation.

[color=forestgreen]"Good day to you fine gentleman and lovely lady. I couldn't help but overhear that you were planning to take on Rayla Winters. She's a tough one, I'll tell you that. Never seen or heard of any opponent of hers getting at least twice of what they gave. If they managed to give any that is."[/color] He started gesturing nonchalantly with his hands.

[color=forestgreen]"She isn't someone who would go down easy. You'd have a better chance if you had an idea of how she thinks or at least fights."[/color] He bluffed with an easy smirk. [color=forestgreen]"I am Dúlamán Cain, a pleasure to meet you."[/color] He added quickly, offering his hand to the one who seemed to be in charge.

It was then that he began to drink in the sight of them all. A young man with armour and a distinctly ornate sword. Another, the darker man from earlier with a shield that almost all Demi-humans could probably draw from the memory of the stories alone. And a fierce young woman, obviously worn by battle with angelic white wings. A counter-point to his almost demonic in their shape and darkness.